The Alphas Revenge: The Sin of Deceit

Chapter 92: Cruel

Moonburn Pack

Alpha Valon

I hadn’t gone to war in a very long time.

And the excitement of it sat heavily beneath my skin like a beast clawing to be unleashed.

Preparations had already been completed long before dawn. Five hundred warriors stood ready beneath my command, more than enough to tear through humans like dry grass beneath fire.

The Moonburn Pack alone was massive, nearly the size of a small city. More than three thousand men lived within its territory excluding women and children.

But I had never cared much for numbers.

Quality mattered more.

And the warriors standing before me were strong.

Brutal.

Loyal.

By daybreak, I led them out of the pack.

I wore only furred pants despite the cold winds biting across the land. The cold had never bothered me. If anything, it sharpened my senses further.

Every pack member I passed immediately bowed their heads.

None dared hesitate.

Fear and respect followed me naturally.

I was huge even among werewolves, towering over most men with broad shoulders, thick muscles, and a beard that only added to the savage look many feared.

Yet despite the brutality attached to my name, desire followed me just as easily.

Women openly stared as I passed.

Some lowered their eyes shyly while others looked at me with hunger clear in their gazes, hoping they would eventually be chosen by me.

Pathetic.

Still satisfying.

Then Horria appeared.

Long black hair flowed down his back while his green eyes lifted toward me carefully before he lowered himself to his knees.

Even kneeling, he looked beautiful enough to draw attention effortlessly.

In all my years, I had never seen another man as beautiful as Horria.

Sometimes dark thoughts crossed my mind whenever I looked at him too long.

Thoughts I never entertained fully.

The goddess created order for a reason.

A man and a woman.

That was how things were meant to be.

Even so, seeing desire hidden carefully inside Horria’s gaze pleased me more than I cared to admit.

"My Alpha," Horria said softly. "Allow me to accompany you."

I stared down at him.

"And why," I asked, "would I need you there?" ƒreewebɳovel.com

Horria lowered his head further respectfully.

"In case something unexpected happens," he explained calmly. "I can heal."

That alone earned my attention.

Only I knew Horria’s true nature. He wasn’t a werewolf nor human, He was a witch. A very useful one!

If others ever discovered that truth, they would tear him apart without hesitation. Werewolves and witches never got along since ancient times. Witches harnessed magic from the earth something that was forbidden by the goddess according to the old books.

They were to be killed on sight, the moment they used magic but I had many uses for Horria. His usefulness outweighed the risk.

After a brief silence, I nodded once.

"Fine."

Satisfaction flickered briefly across Horria’s face before disappearing just as quickly.

Moments later, we departed.

The warriors transformed first.

Massive wolves burst forward across the land with terrifying speed while Horria climbed onto the back of one of the soldiers since he lacked a wolf form himself.

The wind howled around us as we raced toward the nearest human village.

We reached it quickly.

Too quickly for the humans to prepare.

The attack began immediately.

Screams ripped through the village as wolves crashed through wooden homes and narrow streets. Men grabbed farming tools and rusted weapons desperately trying to fight back only to be ripped apart seconds later.

Blood soaked the dirt roads.

Women screamed while clutching children close.

Some tried to flee.

Others tried to fight.

The foolish ones who raised weapons died alongside the men.

Children were killed too.

There was no use leaving future enemies alive.

I walked slowly through the chaos, deeply satisfied by the carnage unfolding around me.

To us, humans were simply another species of animal.

Different.

Weaker.

Why should we pity livestock?

The screams only excited the warriors further.

We moved fast through the first village, leaving several men behind before continuing toward the next.

And then the next after that.

Everywhere we went became chaos.

Fire.

Blood.

Screaming.

Bodies littered the ground while terrified survivors attempted to hide from monsters far stronger than themselves.

By the third village, even I joined the slaughter directly.

A human male charged toward me with a spear trembling in his hands.

I snapped his neck before he could even touch me.

Another swung a blade wildly.

I tore through his chest effortlessly.

The fear in their eyes thrilled me.

One man managed to hide beneath the remains of a collapsed home.

Unfortunately for him, he was eventually discovered.

The warriors dragged him forward violently before throwing him into the dirt at my feet.

He looked old.

Weak.

Terrified.

One of my men prepared to kill him immediately—

But suddenly a woman threw herself forward.

"Please!" she cried desperately.

She collapsed onto the ground before me, tears streaming down her face as she clutched at my leg.

"Please spare him!"

The old man shook violently nearby while staring at her in horror.

"He’s my husband," she sobbed. "Please... I’ll do anything."

Interesting.

I slowly shifted back into my human form before crouching down in front of her.

"You love him that much?" I asked.

She nodded frantically.

"Yes! Please—"

I reached toward one of my warriors and took the knife offered to me before placing it into her trembling hands.

"If you cut off both his arms," I told her calmly, "I’ll let him live."

The woman froze completely.

The color drained from her face instantly.

Tears slid heavily down her cheeks while the old man stared at her with widening horror.

"You love him, don’t you?" I continued, smiling faintly. "Then surely you’ll still love him without his hands."

Her entire body trembled violently.

"If you refuse," I added softly, "then I’ll kill you too."

The knife shook uncontrollably in her grip.

"And afterward," I continued, voice filled with amusement, "I’ll hunt down anyone else related to you and do the same."

The old man began shaking even harder while staring at his wife like he no longer recognized her.

Meanwhile, I laughed quietly to myself.

Because nothing was more entertaining than toging with humans. The horror in their eyes and fear gave me a satisfaction that I could get nowhere else.